Those superstitions that we prize,
Call them silly, call them wise,
(Despite the knowledge that we’ve gained,)
They still have power. Let me explain…
There’s Black Cats Crossing o’er Your Path,
A tempting of a witch’s wrath.
Or Walking under Ladders, sure,
Will make your sweet life less than pure.
A Mirror you have that’s Less Than Whole…
May indicate a broken soul!
A Friday, bad. The 13th? Worse!
Be careful, or you’ll end up cursed.
Umbrellas opened, not outdoors,
Will cause much harm to lives—like yours!
And oh, that Crack—Breaks Mother’s Back?
In truth lets evil ghosts attack.
Don’t spill that salt, you’ll be chastised,
Toss some away, ‘fore spirits prize!
An itchy palm means moneys come,
Don’t scratch! Or it’ll be undone!
To knock on wood means your ‘UN-jinxed’
(So good won’t be erased, one thinks.)
Those lucky pennies? Just make sure
Their heads are up. (Or please detour!)
Don’t Stand Your Chopsticks in Your Food
It forms a number 4. You’re screwed!
Your mirrors shouldn’t face their friends,
A portal forms which never ends!
No Happy Birthdays said before,
No coming in a different door,
Dropped keys on tables says, “You slut!”
No complimenting. It’s bad luck…
With all these fears and many more,
With consequences by the score,
One thing I’ll say—you’ll be relieved…
They get their power when you believe!
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
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